I hear him go in and close the door. I hear Amber's muffled noise that she makes into the gag. I hear the door open and the Pete's footsteps coming cl...ser. I can hear Amber breathing. He is taking her in to my bedroom. "You wanted to see her! There you have seen her." I lower my head. I hear Amber making noises like she is trying to say something. I hear him put Amber on the floor. "I will give you both fifteen minutes." He pushes me down and secures my wrists and ankles in a spread eagle on. Someone was going to pay with their life for harming her. Tonight.Deleting the photo from the temporary email account - it was burned into my memory forever - I left the café, returned to the damaged Mercedes, and checked my supplies. After losing Callie earlier today, I’d returned to the cabin. In the basement, I’d opened a gun safe and made my selections. One of those selections was going to see some action tonight, even if it was overkill.Unwrapping it, I checked it over. The Accuracy. Meanwhile, the women had started a massive program to can as much of the harvested vegetables as possible. We men were reduced to fetch and carry jobs, and it was amazing how many of those there were.The jars had been found during the summer and had been stored in the cellar of house number 1. That was the kitchen used for the canning project, and it was a study in chaos in there at first glance. Actually, the women had the whole thing organized to perfection, and the project ran smoothly.We. Then she rinsed, lathered, and rinsed again, applied conditioner, and rinsed a final time. My hair was long enough to almost reach the bottom of the tub so she had enough to practice with. "Most girls would die to have hair like yours," she said as she finished me off with a towel wrapped turban-like around my head. I probably should have protested more than I did, but it kinda fun. In fact, I couldn't help but almost drift off into a sleep; it felt so relaxing. Now my 22 year old Sis is a.